Aren't these beautiful?
However, this 'books as babies' mentality reached new heights of ridiculousness when I emailed a few of my friends. I had written to proudly inform them that I had finished reading David Copperfield, and suddenly a birthing metaphor spun out of control faster than one can say Dickens. I think it's funny though, even if one is laughing at me and not with me. So, with some slight editing, I will share this evidence of my psychosis.
Today at approximately 14.05 I welcomed a new addition to my I've-Read-It List. Name: David Copperfield. Length: 855 pages. Weight: enough to render my bag uncomfortably heavy.
Considering I was in labour with young Davy for several tiring weeks, I am quite thrilled to welcome him to my list. I have added other offspring of Charles Dickens to my list before David's arrival: Hard Times, A Tale of Two Cities, A Christmas Carol and (most recently) Oliver Twist. But David is by far the weightiest of his siblings, and so it is with great pride that he is added to my expanding brood of books.
I have intended to read one of Dickens's notoriously lengthy novels for some time now. I made the attempt about two years ago with Little Dorrit; but alas, that effort was aborted in the midst of multiple stressors. Have any of you succeed in carrying an epic-length Dickens to full term? If so, how did you find the experience? For me it was a great effort. Yet it's true what they say:you immediately forget the labour and you immediately want to have/read another (where is this metaphor going?!). It will have to wait a while; David, after all, is still a newborn on The List. But I'm thinking Nicholas Nickleby or Dombey and Son. Or Our Mutual Friend. In short, I cannot decide. Any suggestions?
but well-meaning friend,
In all seriousness, I would highly suggest you pick up David Copperfield if you find yourself in the mood for a novel by Old Charlie. It's been a favourite of mine in a year full of reading, and it features some of the most memorable characters Dickens ever created: letter-writer-extraordinaire Mr. Micawber, spunky and donkey-phobic Aunt Trotwood, and the slimy villain Uriah Heep (pictured above). Uriah is repeatedly described as snakelike and cadaverous. I think the illustrator managed to capture both characteristics in this depiction. Are you sensing his cadaverousness? Which Dickens novel would you recommend, or would you avoid him altogether?